People in Jackson Hole are amazingly nice. A guy pulled his car to the curb, ran over to me, and asked if I was OK? He laughed once he got closer. Apparently the camera, tripod, and my near motionless body looked like a crashed cyclist. I thanked him for his concern.Read More »

As a three year old kid I spent a lot of time lying on my back–after wiping out–waiting for my parents to come put my Kindersport skis back on. This view reminds me of those times waiting, eating snow and looking up at the skiers looking down. I love skiing.Read More »